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babujib

babujib

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as of now mine are members only by swollen members i still am trying to figure them out what are yours
 
Go ahead and grip glocks

I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots

You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots

I'll watch you topple flat

Put away your rings and holla back

Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps

Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits

By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches

What you preach is worthless

Your worship defeat the purpose

Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service

Beyond what ya'll fathom

I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em

Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm

Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick

In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist

Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague

This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade

So if I catch you bluffin'

Faggot, you're less than nothing

I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

Or:

If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis

Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty

There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust

Lead flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut

That we take these bitches to war, lie em down

Cause we stronger now my nigga the time is now.

 
crawled, from my bed, to collect the thoughts that had fallen from my head. -electric president
 
if you go platinum its got nothin to do with luck

it just means a million people are stupid as fuck

immortal technique
 
one mic

cj's sig..."pure like a cup of virgin blood mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigger flip" and the "33 shots from twin glocks" part. that song...damn
 
I'm a shark in the water you just long john silver -Lil Wayne

I got diahrea flow, I shit on n****z, even when I'm consitpated I still shit on n****z -Jeezy

I'll think of better ones later.
 
yes! i love blue scholars!!! theyre lyrics are political and they rep the prolatariat all the way! check the work ethic and the name...
 
Now this is a story, all about how my life got flipped - turned upside down,

And i'd like to take a minute,

just sit right there,

I'll tell you howI became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In West Philadelphia,

born an' raised,

on the playground is where i spent mosta my days,

Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool,

An' all shootin some B-ball outside of the school,

When a couple o' guys who were up to no good,

Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood,

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,

She said 'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!'

I whistled for a cab and when i came near,

The license plate said 'Fresh',

And had dice in the mirror,

If anything i could say that this cab was rare,

But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!'

I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,

I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes, smell ya later!'

I looked at my kingdom,

I was finally there!

To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!
 


(in a Ghandi accent)

dunt player hate on me. play....player hate on sumone else.

yo,yoyo, im...ima gangster, where my dogs at?

bark with me if ur my dog.

yo yo yo, im going, im gonna give a shout out to all the player

haters. if ur a player hater, don't pla...player hate on me. im..ima

gangster.... im straight up.

grrr, i'm steaming mad. grrr.

ima gangster, ima a straight up G.

the gangster life is the life for me.

Shooting people by day, selling drugs by night.

being a gangster is HELLA thight.

i walk around town with a stark erection.

then gave ur mom a yeast infection.

i saw a policeman, and i punched him in the eye.

to serve and protect, wut a lie!

i also dont like white people, u shouldn't too.

and dont get me started about the jews.

ima gangster, grrr, im mad

ima gangster, my rhymes are bad.

ima gangster, i'm iced out like a freezer.

ima gangster, i dont listen to weezer.

i dropped outta skool at the age of 3. Why?

cuz all the teachers tried to player hate on me. Oh.

my rhymes r kool, jus like doing cocaine.

my rhymes r hot, like a burning flame.

sisqo is my homie, hez a gangster too.

me sisqo r the leaders of the gangster crew.

i like to be in jail, he likes to sing and dance.

sum say were the perfect match.

step off...

step bak.....

step awaaay....

step back....

dont..dont step forward..

bak!....

dont step forwards step backwards...

backwards...

dont step to me...

DO NOT STEP TO MEEEEEEEEE...EEEE...

im givin a shoutout to all ma homiez incell block 8.

being in jail sux cuz u always have to masturbate.

except wen a jewish person goes to jail all my homiez cheer.

they will make mince-meat out of hiz rear.

ben peddy helped me make the gangster beat to this song.

i shot him in the face cuz he looked at me wrong.

ima gangster, i drop bombs like hiroshima.

ima gangster, bitch suk on my weiner.

ima gangster, i drive a kool car.

ima gangster, i smoke weed in a cigar.

yo! my gangster flow.

yo!yoyoyo.

im rolling on doughs, iced out like hocky.

i got got kicked outta Japan for drinking all da saki.

wut a bitch, gimmie head hoe.

wuts up to my dogs, yoyoyo.

they play this song on the radio all day long,

so everyone can hear my gangster song.

nobody thought i'd blow up like a firestone tire-

oh, theres no beat left...

(takes out a gun)

die! die u old Santa Claus, die!

(Ghandi again)

like to slap bitches.

i like to slap hoes. i

 
badfish-sublime

the wind cries mary-Jimi Hendrix

Castles made of sand-Jimi Hendrix

Goodbye Cruel World-Pink Floyd

Goodbye blue sky-Pink Floyd

Shine on you crazy diamond-Pink Floyd

Fletcher Memorial Home-Pink Floyd

Velvet Waltz-Built to spill

Be Strong-Sizzla

 
Papoose Alphabetical Slaughter Lyrics

(A) Alert assassins at large allegedly automatic artillery angrily aimed

and aggressively

Accurate AK's able doorways adversary afraid as active ammunition

abraise

And accumulated an alias after arrested

And accompanied armed accessories as an adolescent

(B) Bridge Benz brolic burners bringin' brothers betrayer's bodies

briefly be body banged bleedin' brothers

Blaze bats in brave bashin' BROOKLYN bullets busters big biscuits

barrels blazin' beheading bitch boasts and bluffers

Borough barricaders beat bringers brutally blast bringin' blood baths...

(C) Cover cowards corners collectin' cash

Confirmed convicts commitin' crimes clappin' cats

Creepin' cashiers causin' characters comas cappin' crabs

Chaos causin'

Clearly commiting CILO cocaine capsule caps colored capturing customer's

C-Notes

Confiscatin' combinatin' kids are countin' cream calculatin'

Cockin' calibur chromes creatin' casualties conversatin'

(D) Dominatin' devoted dealer devastatin' determination demonstratin'

devine dedication

Debatin' drug deals demandin' dough distributed

Definitely dividing double digit dollar dividends

Drama declarin' demolishin' domain dozer

Directing dumb-dumbs doin' dummies dirty disarmin' Dojos

(E) Estimatin' onions enlarged and economically

Equally educatin' each exercise in equality

Eliminatin' expirin' enemies eradicatin'

Erasin' evidence every element evacuatin'

(F) For four faggots frontin' for fame fleein' from flames

Firin' full-fledged four-fours forcin' flesh from frames

Fortune fanatic, follow formats for funds faithfully

Felonies, furiously fighting for freedom fatally

Frigidally, frantic fightin' FEDS feelin' fearful finacially fortunate,

flippin' figures for fifty-fifty...

(G) Gatherin' grants grabbin' gauges gangsta ganks g's gettin green

Guess garments gleamin'

Greatly gainin' g's

Ghetto genius

Genuine gestures gracefully guide

Government Generals gradually generate genocide

(H) Head hoodlum hittin' heads heavenly hypnotizin'

Hire hitmen harness be holdin' heaters hospitalizin'

High holdin' hammers hectically hittin' herbs homicidin'

Helicopter hijackin' holdin' hostages horrifyin'

(I) Intellectually infinite imperial idol infamous

Inhale the Izm injecting intelligence in ignorance

(J) Jumble jum juggler jaw jabbin' jeopardizin'

Jackin' jewelry jinglin' jackknife jiggin' jittery jivers

(K) Knievers, knowledge key, keep a king, keep a kingdom

K-K-K killin' keenly keepin' kosher livin'

(L) Legitimate legal license LEX lastin' longevity

Luxury life, language lacin' lyrical legacy

Lightin' L's loudly loungin' livin' large like Luthor

Loadin' long Lugers lethally lullabying losers

(M) Maneuvers made miraculously, microphone majesty

Music messiah mastered money makin' mathematically

(N) Naturally naked and notorious, naughty nature

Nasty New York nigga narcotic negotiator

(O) Observator, oppression obstructin' originator

Organized official officer oxen operator

(P) Plot participator

Plan powder pushin' premeditated

Po-Po partners patrolin' preventin' payment

Prosecutin' penny pinchers

Prison penalty permanent placement

Packin' powerful pistols punk plea and player's playin pavement

(Q) Queen's qualifyed quantity/quality

(R) Rulers rule righteously rightfully royal rapology

Real revolutionaries rather regulate rivalry

Rampantly raisin' raiders rampagin' relentless rivalry

(S) Sense up snub slugs snipin' sharp shooter

Smackin' soldiers silly severely shankin' stupid troopers

(T) Terrorizin' terrible thorough thug terrifyin' totin' two tecs takin'

territories thoroughly thrivin'

(U) Unifyin' ultimately upliftin' uncivilized

Unique understandin' universally utilized

(V) Visualize vocab victoriously vocalized

Versatile Vice-Versa verbals viciously victimize

(W) Why witty wisdom wage your wars wisely

(X) X-Con

(Y) Yappin' ya'll yearnin'

(Z) Zig Zag Z...

Lyrics > Papoose Lyrics > Papoose Alphabetical Slaughter Lyrics

 
I was just gonna post that.

All I got is beef with those that violate me

I shall annihilate thee

biggie
 
fucking this kid has awsome taste in music, i like:

Hey Joe- by hendrix

crosstown traffic- Jimi Hendrix

Somebody to love-Jefferson Airplane

Starship trooper-Yes not sure if its the lyrics or the guitar but i love that song

Money- Pink Floyd

Time-Pink floyd

White room-Cream

Smoke two joints-Sublime
 
And if the devil will take her,

I'll thank him for his pain,

I swear to God I'll hang myself

If I get married again

-Great big sea
 


Pimpa's Paradise.

[Black Thought]

and yes y'all youre all rocking with the best Black Thought from the ledgendary Roots crew in the flesh

i slid up in here with the brothers from the Marley family crest and we gonna sing for yall

[Stephen Marley]

She loves to Party, have a good time

She looks so hearty, feeling fine

She loves to smoke, sometimes shifting coke

she's laughing when there ain't no joke

[Damian marley]

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was now

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was now

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was

Cause coke was a thing that once she first try

Was once a blue moon to once a blue sky

Now she's wondering who else wants to go buy

she don't got no money and wants to get high

story sounds familiar,

Like born to be wild but she sillier

not quite the same, but she simliar

a waste of my sarsaparilla

used to look good in the videos

now she look hideous

now it's broken crack pipes with lipstick traces

walks the cold nights--red district places

she seen more hotels than my tour suitcases

more male customers than old navy's

she love lime light more than John Swaby's

seen more miles than I rent at avis

she don't slow down then someday maybe

she lost and she can't find her way to safety

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was now

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was now

Pimpa's paradise! that's all she was

(Black thought Verse)

Check it out- She keep her head up into space like a satellite,

Because she got an insatiable appetite,

For stayin out late nights,

With all the parasites,

Plottin on the way to cop a little peice of paradise,

Her dignity the only thing that she could sacrifice,

Just get the monkey off her back

And she'll be back in like five minutes

she stay on the move, she looked smoked up,

the stone that the buildin refused

all coked up alone she ain't even in tune

and it's sad cause she ain't really have a reason to use

she was a pretty girl cleaner than the board of health

studied and enjoyed herself

i don't know what drove her to avoid herself

destroyed herself and took a taste of the yay

and now she on the track while she wastin away

it's safe to say she lookin for some place to stay

whoever got a lil paper to play could get a slice of dis...

[chorus]

[Damian Marley]

for no reason a seasoned spliff was the first thing

one spring season while she's out flirtin

now she season me and don't need rehearsin

her skin get a beatin life is uncertained

ego need feedin now the wants worsen

beneath the demons she's a warm person

when she's not fiendin, swearin and cursin

behind the curtain she's really hurtin

and while her people don't even trust her at home

the dealer dem grin and cook the rocks down

and she without sin will spark the first stone

the feelin kicks in she's in the dark zone

old friends walk pass goin bout their own

as if she is someone that they don't know

then the king of kings lift her off the flo

saying life is a ting when you learn you grow

[chorus]

[Damian & Stephen]

she rise and she fall like a star

her life write off like a car

her face full of all kind of scar

always with quick fi start a war

she can't keep herself up to par

she plays like a broken guitar

she always want take it too far

I doubt she gwan make it too far

she rise and she fall like a star

her life ride out like a car

her face full of all kind of scar

always quick fi start a war

she can't keep herself up to par

she plays like a broken guitar

she always wanna take it to far

mi wonder how she make it so far, wuoy

 
"Discretion is the name of my cement feathered bird" - Atmosphere

I have no idea what this means but for some reason I really like the line.
 
im far from broke, got enough bread, and mad hoes ask beevis i get nuttin but-head

big l
 
While we're on the subject

Could we change the subject now?

I was knocking on your ears

Don't worry, you were always out

Looking towards the future

We were begging for the past

Well we knew we had the good things

But those never seemed to last

Oh please just last

modest mouse-missed the boat
 
The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ

Grafted, from original, black man's sperm

-Shabazz the Disciple

The President is Bush, the Vice President's a Dick

So a whole lot of fuckin is what we gon' get

-Talib Kweli

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock

Three for the fourth comin live, future shock

It's five dimensions, six senses

Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell

Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit

with the probable tenth, the universe expands length

The body of my text posess extra strength

Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno

My ink so hot it burn through the journal

I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle

Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles

like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex

Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set

Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing

Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream

but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now

Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow

It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow

Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it

but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like

sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years

spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like

nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black

That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack

Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki

A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free

40% of Americans own a cell phone

so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home

I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"

Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome

full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers

Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers

Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients

Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation

This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass

You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add

It's mathematics

-Mos Def
 
\Capathy - Qwel

Coward

human got a gun, he’s down to shoot it, run

Bow before his outward

spouting power

A flower slumps in the slums

A crushing flood

on someone’s love, someone’s son, someone’s done

(Buck, Buck, Buck,

UHHH)

And the rain sings like, I don’t care

And the train

howls like, I don’t care

But where them thugs at, so other thugs know

just who to bust at

Some dumb ass brats who buck at other thugs, but

miss as much as tap

To cap a total stranger’s rug rat

Waitin

on the bus mad

Not another mustard…puff…slug through lung and lunch

bag

Fuck cats actin adamant about thug ass philosophy

But

oddly enough never changed a diaper or diaper wrapped colostomy

Rap

about zaggin rags, I highly doubt it

Let the dragon out on babies

babies, now ain’t a side round it

(I don’t care)

Drowning

flowers ain’t a thing, not for cowards fraid to sing

That goes for

cops up on Howard

Panoptic tower made of heat

It’s raining

steel nails through tissue boat sails and gales of dollar cream

Hail

increase like collars, fathers martyred out of ink

Think how

slaughtered daughters’ mothers weep it out without an ounce of sleep

Salty heaps of sniffled “why’s” crystallized round her cheeks

Sees the skies as just clouds now

Shouts in her pillow wet

But where my killer’s killers?

To fill in her children’s

silhouette

Chillin, building hell, feelin well, killin something

Blood for miles, high as a horse’s bridle, demons runnin, Jesus comin

Told em

Hold em to an unrepentant sentence, senseless muggin

Desensitized eyes, shruggin pride, to deny your lungs from pumpin

He’s the hardest motherfucker ever fucked a mother

Brother

bucker

Bust at thunder in his slumber

Up to pluck your

number

Peace,

The Harvest

Rubber Duckers, he’s

retarded

Swingin his sickle, gleanin brittle garden, marksman sucks

you under

 
14537567:qrabs said:
And I'm forever smoking Nazis, I'm a pass the blunt to Anne Frank -BLP Kosher
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W bump

"i blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper" - earl sweatshirt

+ anything action bronson
 
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